Rupaul – Call Me Mother lyrics

Guess who's back in the house
Heels click-clackin' about
Fine, fresh, feminine, style to eleven
I'm divine, so heavenly
Gentlemen sweatin'
It's dimes across the board with no doubt
Body like wow!
Pussy 'bout to end this drought
Titties so plentiful, fish queen Jezebel
Should be criminal
Don't make sense for a bitch to be this endowed
North to the south
What is that sound?
Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground
Wait for the four, drop to the floor
Add up the tens to get the score
I been that bitch, yes I love that drama
Fishy, feminine up-and-comer
From the Clintons to the Obamas
I keep it tight, now they call me Mother
Jaded queen bitch, I love that drama
Fishy, feminine up-and-comer
From the Clintons to the Obamas
I keep it tight, now they call
Me (me)
Mother (mother, mother, mother)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Brat-at-at
Na-na-na-na-not now
Giggity-giggity hat
Barack get back
Bap butta ba ba pow
I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny
A honey bun but I count my money, I count my money
With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack
I'm black with the freaky money
Click clack, ow

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Brat-at-at
Na-na-na-na-not now
Giggity-giggity hat
Barack get back
Bap butta ba ba pow
I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny
A honey bun but I count my money, I count my money
With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack
I'm black with the freaky money
Click clack, ow

Jaded queen
Shade machine
Gangsta lean
Best believe

I'm that Glamazon
They know my name because I'm on another echelon
Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-a-tron
And I ain't lookin' up to anyone, the gams are long
And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on
The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on
I'm only gettin' out of bed for twenty million
Now get your camera phone
'Cause in a minute I'm about to be on (here come that girl)
Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up (give me twirl)
Give them twirl, that's the bread and butter (clutch them pearls)
Clutch your pearls, she's the big shot caller (cross me squirrel)

Get-get run over, over
None of these bitches is cunty like Ru
Cluckity chickens, I'm pluckin' they plumes
Runnin' my business, Boss comin' through
When I step in you know well what it do
Uh, y'all know well what it do
None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru
Runnin' my businesses, don't need a witness
Yes, when I step in, they know well what it do
When I step in, they know well what it do
Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers
She been done had herses

Jaded queen
Shade machine
Gangsta lean
Best believe (mother Ru)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Brat-at-at
Na-na-na-na-not now
Giggity-giggity hat
Barack get back
Bap butta ba ba pow
I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny
A honey bun but I count my money, I count my money
With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack
I'm black with the freaky money
Click clack, ow

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Brat-at-at
Na-na-na-na-not now
Giggity-giggity hat
Barack get back
Bap butta ba ba pow
I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny
A honey bun but I count my money, I count my money
With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack
I'm black with the freaky money
Click clack, ow